(Y/N) was floating in a deep, black lake. Around him, voices echoed.

"The time is near when I'll take your body and rule..."

"You can't stop me..."

(Y/N) screamed as he felt a surge of pain. Cracks appeared on his body, with a red light shining through the cracks. He was drowning in this black lake. His head felt like it was being crushed.

"MAKE IT STOP—" he shouted.

His eyes opened wide, and his body jolted up. He was panicking. He looked around and saw he was back at Beacon's dormitory, in his team's room.

Jaune casually walked in with a bowl of cereal in hand. He froze when he saw (Y/N) looking at him with wide eyes, heavily breathing.

"Y-You're awake!" Jaune said with a nervous laugh.

Ren and Nora were behind him, holding their breakfast.

"It's good to see you up. I made pancakes." Ren said.

"Yeah!" Nora walked over and gave him a plate of pancakes. "Here you go!"

"What's going on? What happened?" (Y/N) asked.

"Well, Team RWBY came here last night, and Yang just put you down on your bed," Jaune replied. "They said you kinda went crazy last night."

"They said you tore off a mech's arm! How did you do it?!" Nora shouted, shaking him.

"Nora!" Ren shouted.

Nora stopped and saw (Y/N) was dizzy. "Oops..."

(Y/N) shook his head. Miraculously, the plate of pancakes he held didn't fall off from Nora's shaking. He rubbed his head as he felt a small tinge of pain.

"I... I don't remember. I just remember my ass getting kicked." (Y/N) said.

"That's alright. We'll be waiting for you in class. You should probably be quick 'cause our classes start in an hour." Jaune told him.

"I-I will." (Y/N) waved as Jaune left, along with Ren and Nora.

When the door closed, (Y/N) suddenly held his head as he felt another tinge of pain. He looked at the pancakes and took a bite.

"This is pretty good," he said.

. . .

(Y/N) looked at the black sun mark on his arm. It was larger than before. He pulled down his sleeve as he arrived at the door to his next class. He quietly opened the door and...

"—We have time for one last match, any volunteers?" said Professor Goodwitch.

Everyone looked at the door when it made a loud creaking noise. (Y/N) just stood there awkwardly.

"Mr. (L/N), you're late. Very late."

"Sorry. I had a bit of a problem before coming here." (Y/N) responded.

"Since you're here, I'll be putting you in this last match. Get yourself ready."

"Of course."

. . .

(Y/N) had changed into an outfit more fit for combat. He held his large greatsword, carrying it over his shoulder.

His opponent was an exchange student from Atlas. The exchange student stood with an air of cockiness around him.

"Since Mr. (L/N) doesn't have an aura, the match will end when he's wounded or... one of you falls out of the ring. You may now begin," said Glynda.

The student from Atlas took the first move and unveiled a gun from under his coat. He shot a bullet towards (Y/N). (Y/N) lifted his greatsword and blocked it, but the bullet stuck itself on the sword, exploding right after.

(Y/N) fell back.

"Ow, geez," (Y/N) mumbled.

"This will be easy." the Atlas student said, shooting another bullet.

(Y/N) rolled out of the way and charged towards his opponent. He slammed his sword down, but the Atlas student went to the side.

(Y/N) almost fell off the ring when he got kicked away.

"How did you get into Beacon? It feels like they'll enroll just anyone here." the student mocked.

Pyrrha, watching the fight, frowned at this. Jaune was about to stand up, but Pyrrha stopped him. Some other Atlas students laughed.

"You don't have an aura. You carry that big hunk of rusty metal. It's surprising how you're put in a team with Pyrrha Nikos herself. I bet you're just dead weight—"

"Oh, will you just shut up!" (Y/N) shouted, standing up.

(Y/N) was wrapped in a dark aura. Black lines rose from his arm and into his face, going through his right eye like a scar. His right arm turned black like before. And his right eye's pupil turned red from his usual (E/C) pupils.

"If you're just going to talk like some rich asshole, then I'd be happy to stitch your mouth shut!" (Y/N) shouted.

He dashed towards his opponent, grabbing his head and promptly headbutting him. He swung his greatsword, positioning it so that the flat side would hit his opponent. The Atlas student was sent flying out of the ring and planted into the wall.

"That's the match. (Y/N) (L/N) is the victor." Professor Goodwitch announced, squinting her eyes at the black marks on (Y/N).

(Y/N)'s right arm turned back to normal. His right eye's pupil turned to its usual color with the black lines on his face disappearing. He almost fell over, but he stabbed his greatsword on the floor, giving him enough support to keep standing.

"This demon's getting out of hand, and I still don't know how to stop him. I feel like I'm going to die of regret." (Y/N) thought.

"Wait, shit, that's how I died before."

. . .

"Professor Ozpin, I believe you should see this." Professor Goodwitch approached Ozpin's desk.

"What is it?" Ozpin asked.

"This."

Glynda put her tablet down, showing (Y/N)'s fight from earlier. Ozpin hummed before speaking.

"Interesting..." he said.